The three EP tracks are old school industrial and worth a few spins, and for those into remixes of more popular/less interesting material, there’s plenty.
A fresh-ish industrial sound, beyond the Cleopatra/Metropolis vein, not-quite Prodigy, not-quite C-Tec mix, something to appeal to the new-bombed dance punks.
Ad Rock and some other dude fuckin’ around on a drum machine/sampler and a Casio. If you accept the kitsch and try not to be so cynical, it’s pretty fun.
Ministry and Revolting Cocks guys, but instead of guitars, you get cello. Instead of bass, you get piano. Instead of drums, you get a metronome. And crooning.
The alchemical formula to transform formal, minor key violins and proper Victorian speak into an aural tickle that makes skulls grin and devils tap their toes.
Mostly obvious picks to cover all depressed and dark, though Rush’s “Spirit of the Radio” and Talking Head’s “Road to Nowhere” are unexpected and pretty swell.
Sounds like Star Trek warble or classical, there’s nice ’80s-style retro kitch and drum’n’bass jauntiness with all sorts of “Ave Maria”-isms and the like.